PastaMyBedtime wrote:Yea, tho I walk thru the valley of the shadow of His wing, I shall fear no phosphoretic excrescences, for His moustache and hair doth enfold and protect me and my aircraft...

Who can deny that this is He who filleth the bowl of sustenance and provideth for our daily linguine? He who watcheth over our twirling and spearing motions at the table? He who hath taught us that Clam Sauce is inferior to Alfredo (see pic above) and, indeed, who exhibiteth it for us!